Jim Jones - Song Boxing lyrics
[Jim Jones - Song Boxing lyrics]
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There's no subliminals
I don't be boxing in my songs if I hate you
Then I should put you in
A box where you belong
But half you niggas pussy like
You might be rockin' thongs
Any time when I get locked
Even when cops was in the wrong
What I do? Call my lawyer
Up out of the box up in the morning
I was a young
Dirty nigga with a Glock up in my palm
Now I'm a rich
Dirty nigga with some rocks up in my charm
Snakes up in the grass
Then we choppin' down the lawn
Fucker, big choppers in the foreign
I'm vicious in the game
Ain't no stoppin' me from scorin'
Ace of Spades championship
Poppin' and pourin'
If they call, tell 'em call back
It's really not that important
I'm speakin' right now, I need you
Pay me attention i used to cut class
I didn't want no attention
So chill, little mama
You don't need none of this
I'm ill, little mama, hundred G's each wrist
So when I throw up gang signs
Two hundred G's in my flick
I been ready to die like
BIG was in this bitch, nigga
There's no subliminals
I don't be boxing in my songs if I hate you
Then I should put you in
A box where you belong
But half you niggas pussy like
You might be rockin' thongs
Any time when I get locked
Even when cops was in the wrong
What I do? Call my lawyer
Up out of the box up in the morning
I was a young
Dirty nigga with a Glock up in my palm
Now I'm a rich
Dirty nigga with some rocks up in my charm
Snakes up in the grass
Then we choppin' down the lawn
Fucker, big choppers in the foreign
I'm vicious in the game
Ain't no stoppin' me from scorin'
Ace of Spades championship
Poppin' and pourin'
If they call, tell 'em call back
It's really not that important
I'm speakin' right now, I need you
Pay me attention i used to cut class
I didn't want no attention
So chill, little mama
You don't need none of this
I'm ill, little mama, hundred G's each wrist
So when I throw up gang signs
Two hundred G's in my flick
I been ready to die like
BIG was in this bitch, nigga